Original Contemporary Poetry about the Human Condition

Razor Blade | A Poem by G.S. Katz

I asked my wife before bed last nightif I should use my razor blade until I cut myself?Why would you want to do that, she inquires,So I know I’ve gotten maximum value out of it, I reply.She tells me to go to sleep,Probably wondering who she married,After 25 years she knows how crazy I amThat value is paramountEven with a little pain to prove itValue is everything to meIt’s something that is fleeting fastin our disposable world.I’m going for itWhat’s another scar on my humble faceValue and cheapness are two different entitiesThis is a conceptual thingSome might say artI say, “let it rip”….